Thoughtful (Thoughtless, #1.5)(109)

She stopped trying after a while and fully gave herself over to the D-Bag desperately trying to get her attention. When I was halfway through my second beer, they were halfway down each other’s throats. Still laughing and giggling, Anna scratched and clawed at Griffin in a way that only amplified my pain. That had been Kiera earlier, when she’d been ardently attacking me. Undressing me. Wanting me. God, why did she go home with him?

Inevitably, Griffin pulled Anna toward the hallway, toward his bedroom. She went willingly, with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t even look my way when she took off to be with another man. Wasn’t that fitting? Everybody else in the world was having sex tonight but me. And Matt. But he didn’t seem as pissed about that as I was.

The minute Griffin and Anna were gone, I motioned to the music. “I think they’re done with that now.”

Matt clicked it off, then turned the volume on the TV up. As best we could, we tried to drown out the sound of light banging and laughter that was coming from Griffin’s room with sports stats and kitschy theme music. I didn’t care about what we were watching, but I kept my eyes glued to the screen. I didn’t want Griffin’s and Anna’s noises to remind me of Kiera and Denny, and how Denny was probably driving into Kiera right now. Jesus.

“You okay, Kell?” Matt asked from the chair.

I finished my beer and looked over at him. “Yeah, why?”

He indicated the hallway leading to the bedrooms with a lopsided grin on his face. “You don’t usually let Griffin get the girl.”

Even though Griffin had music playing in his room, I could hear Anna saying, “Oh my f*cking God, yes…f*ck yes!” I did not want to think about what he was doing to make her say that. But thinking about Griffin getting off was better than thinking about Denny getting off, so I actually smiled at Matt.

“Every dog has his day,” I told him.

Matt snorted, then leaned over and bumped fists with me. As I got up to get another beer, he said, “I’m gonna need a drink for this. Grab me one, will ya?”

I nodded as I headed for the other room. Anna’s groans grew more pronounced the farther from the TV I got. “Oh God, Griffin. Fuck…me…yes!”

I quickly grabbed Matt and me some beers. When I got back to the living room, I saw that Matt had changed the TV to The Matrix. It was blaring now, but I could still hear muffled moans and groans from down the hall. I ignored them and focused on the movie, and on my beer. I really didn’t care what the f*ck Anna and Griffin did, or about the fact that it took them over two hours to do it.

When the movie ended, they were still finishing up. “Holy Jesus, f*ck yes, don’t f*cking stop, so f*cking good, oh my God, God, yes, yes, f*ck yes, right there!” The sounds after that were highly complimentary, and then, blessed silence. Thank God.

Matt looked over at me with disgust on his face. “Jesus. Think we ought to get him an ice pack?”

A small laugh escaped me, which was saying something, considering how crappy I felt. Glancing at all the beer bottles on Matt’s coffee table, I told him, “I don’t think my date is leaving anytime soon, and I don’t think I can drive. Mind if we crash here tonight?”

Yawning, Matt stood and clapped my shoulder. “Of course not, man. Me casa is su casa, you know that.”

I raised my bottle to him. “Thanks.”

He idly scratched his chest as he set down his empty beer. “Now that the jackrabbits are done humping, I’m going to bed. See ya in the morning.”

Nodding, I watched him walk away. More giggling started up from Griffin’s room. I groaned as I finished my beer. This was going to be the longest f*cking night on earth.

I awoke sometime the next morning with a knot in my back like I’d slept on a rock. Much to my dismay, I woke up to the sound of people screwing. Are you f*cking kidding me? Were they still going at it, or did they wake up early to start again? I put the couch pillow over my head. It was way too f*cking early for this crap.

From down the hall, I heard Matt yell, “Will you two shut the f*ck up!” Guess I wasn’t the only one irritated.

Deciding now was as good a time as any to get up, I slunk off the couch and schlepped to the kitchen to make some coffee. At least that was one thing I could look forward to today. As I poured water into the machine, I wondered if I could go back to my house. I knew I had to, I had to take Anna back there, but the thought of walking through the doors and seeing Denny and Kiera beaming at each other as they remembered their epic night of cosmic orgasms was enough to make my stomach clench. I didn’t want to see their dopey, love-filled smiles. Especially knowing that I had primed Kiera for their night. I got her ready. I got her all hot and bothered. I practically gift-wrapped her for him. Fuck, that pissed me off.

Making the coffee extra strong, since I was feeling sluggish, I decided to not go back into my house today. I’d do a drive-by. From down the hall, Anna agreed with my decision. She was shouting, “Yes, yes, yes!” with absolute abandon. Good. My mind was made up then. I wasn’t going home today.

By the time Griffin and Anna were done “getting to know each other,” it was close to lunchtime. Griffin’s room stank like sex when they walked out of it. Both of them were disheveled, blurry-eyed, and walking a little funny. I wasn’t surprised. Marathon sex did that to you.

Not really wanting to leave, I waited for Anna at the front door. She was still dressed in her club clothes, and Griffin had his hand up her short dress as he hugged her goodbye. When she pulled back, he cupped her face and kissed her, hard. “I wish you were in town another night,” he told her. That shocked me. Griffin wasn’t one to do repeat performances. Not that I was one to talk. I didn’t very often either. Guess all the “Fuck me harder” screams had made an impression on him.